And one more thing while we are at it. I was briefed in by the king of spy's himself and what he told me is spy's because their purpose is perform a specific function are only fed information that will enhance their ability and desire to perform that function. The only one who really knows what's going on is the spy master (meaning himself). Consequently, spies have the most skewered perception of reality possible, they are the last ones you need be asking what is real or not...
A reality check that I was contemplating doing myself but as usual HP you are just as good at this as I am. If I had to designate a successor, and I don't really plan on going anywhere but ya never know, it would have to be you. Thank you for telling the truth so I don't have too. I got enough enemies.
Like Hell it isn't the best poem, HP. It took me to a very special place. Few writers can do that, and I salute you for it. You are so correct, reality is fluid as is our future. Like it says in the excellent Moody Blue's song back in 1971, "we're part of the fire that is burning, and from the ashes we can build another day". And the true Aryans shall. Fuck the Demiurge and his satanic, robot kids. 88!
Like fresh tears peeling the multilayered onion of reality. Once again I long to understand the full breadth of things so I can drop to my knees in tears at the sheer awe of the greatest love story that we're fortunate enough to participate in. If one truly followed their heart to its logical conclusion as far as it can go they'll realize why they'd come right back here. This is it. No escapism for me no matter how hard I tried in the past.
"Supremacy" is survival now. "Hate" became hope. "Racism" became realism. Zion's star has eclipsed the Europa Moon long enough and is now fading in the new millenium. Yet the fallout remains: pestilence, war, famine, and death will not leave us easily, for they can still be manufactured through fiat currency. The tide has turned; I won't live long enough to see the full defeat of the world's enemy, but engaging in the fight is too delicious to refuse. "TradWives," "The White Baby Challenge," being mocked by those who want to kill us in the womb.... It's all coming back around.
And one more thing while we are at it. I was briefed in by the king of spy's himself and what he told me is spy's because their purpose is perform a specific function are only fed information that will enhance their ability and desire to perform that function. The only one who really knows what's going on is the spy master (meaning himself). Consequently, spies have the most skewered perception of reality possible, they are the last ones you need be asking what is real or not...
A reality check that I was contemplating doing myself but as usual HP you are just as good at this as I am. If I had to designate a successor, and I don't really plan on going anywhere but ya never know, it would have to be you. Thank you for telling the truth so I don't have too. I got enough enemies.
Like Hell it isn't the best poem, HP. It took me to a very special place. Few writers can do that, and I salute you for it. You are so correct, reality is fluid as is our future. Like it says in the excellent Moody Blue's song back in 1971, "we're part of the fire that is burning, and from the ashes we can build another day". And the true Aryans shall. Fuck the Demiurge and his satanic, robot kids. 88!
Like fresh tears peeling the multilayered onion of reality. Once again I long to understand the full breadth of things so I can drop to my knees in tears at the sheer awe of the greatest love story that we're fortunate enough to participate in. If one truly followed their heart to its logical conclusion as far as it can go they'll realize why they'd come right back here. This is it. No escapism for me no matter how hard I tried in the past.
Beautiful work HP, absolutely beautiful.
"Supremacy" is survival now. "Hate" became hope. "Racism" became realism. Zion's star has eclipsed the Europa Moon long enough and is now fading in the new millenium. Yet the fallout remains: pestilence, war, famine, and death will not leave us easily, for they can still be manufactured through fiat currency. The tide has turned; I won't live long enough to see the full defeat of the world's enemy, but engaging in the fight is too delicious to refuse. "TradWives," "The White Baby Challenge," being mocked by those who want to kill us in the womb.... It's all coming back around.
Pissed off or not, it's brilliant my friend...